The world is over 500 years old when you finally feel whole again.
Jake is warm against you but it’s temporary. The two of you will find each other in bouts of loneliness spurred by the passing of generations and the constant ebb and flow of the sun. He’s impossibly affectionate but he belongs to the universe the way a pet owner belongs to their disgruntled cat. He belongs to you the way a cooling breeze belongs to sunburned skin.